Embers die
And cast about
Upon the wind of Winters' breath
Summers' passion long forgotten
Extinguished raging fire
Yet hopes remain
Beyond the flame
Bringing back a flash
Your eyes
Your lips
Your face
Memories refrain
Torturous repetition
That hangs
Upon the cusp
To fall in line
As nature
And the fates negotiate
Dishing up the seasons
Of love
With life
And death
The hurt endures
Till eyes are closed
And embers die at last


Comments: 15
You've done a wonderful job of expressing how reluctance knits itself to hope, regarding the anguish of concession. This is a very lovely write, my friend.
Anna del C.
Author of "The Silent Warrior Trilogy"
http://www.annadelc.com
Blessings and best wishes - S.